Interlude Spring Goods - Giovanni's Train

  (Three consecutive updates? I suppose that's what this can be called. This is a fanfic written by myself, so please forgive me if it's not good... Indeed, being a great teacher isn't just a simple 'profession'...)

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  The story of youth is made up of regrets and unexpected events.

  After school in the afternoon, there is always a figure who arrives first in the service department. She sits on a chair browsing through an untitled book, and her diligent appearance makes me wonder if she is a workaholic.

  Even the police at Wulongyuan are not so dedicated, should we go ask the mayor of Qianye County to award her a good citizen certificate? I reckon the mayor would just ignore it.

  Standing at the door, I knocked on it out of politeness, making a "thud thud thud" sound. After hearing the noise, she stopped moving her right index finger which was flipping through the book, lifted her head and focused her gaze on me.

  Her pale cheeks and expressionless face, with eyes like jewels that shot out a gaze that gave people a sense of oppression. Ah, ah, at this moment, should I raise my hands high and shout "Transform!" and then counterattack by firing laser beams?

  I'm really sorry, I don't have that kind of energy to save the world.

  Perhaps among classmates, there may be such heroic ideas, just like gathering together to avoid loneliness, chatting about content that everyone is not necessarily interested in, ridiculing things that everyone does not necessarily find funny, and although the conversation between them appears disjointed, they can still continue the topic smoothly. Humans are indeed full of possibilities.

  Right, just like Chiyu Kuroba who heals people's hearts, he is a boy full of infinite possibilities.

  As I finish knocking on the door, the fatigue after school seems to be eroding my entire body. If I could gather all seven Dragon Balls, perhaps I would make a wish for the world's destruction.

  Schools are a class-based production machine, and it's indeed one of the major evils of society. This should be a joke.

  The girl on the left side with a bored expression glanced at Yuki's place, where the light novel in her hand seemed to be about to turn to its last page.

  "Xuě zhī xià tóng xué, nǐ zài kàn shén me?"

  Translation: "Snow under classmate, what are you looking at?"

  "So you can see it too?"

  Yuki's eyes widened in surprise as she smoothed out her hair by her ear and picked up the book that was on her lap.

  "I heard this is something that idiots can't see, but Houtarou Yutaka can see it, and I'm really surprised, wow."

  Snow's outburst was accompanied by an infuriating onomatopoeia, compared to that

  "Who is Biya Valley and what's special about Qianye County?"

  "It seems like it's a product of Baka Country."

  "Is it a stupid country? It might be a great country, precisely because the entire Stupid Country is made up of idiots, so there won't be any bullying or harassment incidents, let alone cliques. Isn't that good?"

  Fools also have their own happiness, those who call others pigs are fools, because pigs are not stupid at all.

  The afterglow of summer days pours in from outside the window, and the sound of baseball team members practicing on the playground can be heard in the distance. Some sports clubs also shout "Come on!" The students of this school are really hardworking. Compared to wasting time playing games, such as trying to conquer high-level dragons in Monster Hunter.

  Just then, Yukino closed the book and this time I clearly saw the cover.

  "Night on the Galactic Railroad", this is one that I am familiar with, it's a fairy tale written by the literary giant Miyazawa Kenji.

  Describes Giovanni and his friend Cobena riding on a galaxy train, encountering strange people and things along the way, filled with fantasy, beauty, and sorrow.

  After all, I also read this story, and there are still some vivid memories in my mind, especially when Giovanni's friend Cobennella died.

  The sudden departure of that admirable young man brought endless sorrow and melancholy.

  Although I am not a very sentimental person, I also have some feelings about this scene.

  "So, does Xue Zhixia like this story? 'Night on the Galactic Railroad'."

  "Why ask this?"

  "Isn't it because you like it that you go read?"

  "This view was wrong from the start, it's unclear about something, but uses subjective views to judge whether you like or dislike it, since you haven't experienced it personally, there is no qualification to discuss liking or disliking."

  This miss is really strict, if she were my sister at home, she would definitely raise her hands and shout "I don't understand", absolutely can't understand that as a brother I can understand things that are beyond Komachi.

  Perhaps it was because Snow had some interest in the topic I brought up, and instead of dropping it, she turned around and asked back.

  "Do you like 'Night on the Galactic Railroad' again?"

  "I don't particularly like it, but I don't dislike it either."

  This ambiguous way of speaking is a trick I'm good at using.

  It's just like in school life, when interacting with others, you must learn to be flexible. Even if you're ignored by a girl when trying to talk to her, you should just laugh it off and say "Ahah, looks like I'm talking to myself again!" This is what other people have experienced, so remember it well.

  Some people were dissatisfied with my answer, and Snow's expression towards me was unhappy, it felt like Snow had turned into 'Arrogant'.

  From now on, I'll just call her 'the girl who's inferior to me' in my heart.

  "You must be thinking of something very rude."

  "Don't peek into other people's hearts, Yuki no Shita classmate."

  "Your pale face has already revealed your inner situation."

  "That's too rude!"

  "Sorry, your face actually only has a bit of lingering regret."

  "It doesn't make a difference either way."

  Don't think you can deceive me just by adding degree words.

  "Once again I apologize, saying your face is a pity is also too rude."

  "So it's an apology!"

  At least tell me first! However, that's just how our classmate is. If you get used to it, just ignore him.

  I've been ignored by others and learned to ignore them through "camouflage", but this skill has now been prohibited by my arrogant classmates.

  She put the book into her backpack and stood up to take a look outside the window.

  "It's getting late, don't you think Giovanni's train is quite enviable regarding the question just now?"

  Is Giovanni's train?

  That train with different people, different things, and full of new stuff might indeed make one envious.

  We are always confined in a small society, even under the snow, we feel that the outside world is more wonderful.

  However, making up one's mind to take the first step is by no means an easy thing to do.

  Giovanni's train is just something out of a fairy tale, but the other factors it brings will deeply infect readers.

  It seems I'm also looking forward to that train, of course, just hoping they'll take all the current charges away.

  Youth is not interesting, it's better to say that it's a poison of life, its existence represents all the evil in the world... so...

  "Right."

  Interrupting my thoughts, Yukino was already standing outside the Servant Department's door.

  "Yuki said she's going to the mall later to buy something needed for the dorm, are you going together?"

  "Alas?!"

  My junior actually asked me?! Has he evolved into a spoiled brat?!

  Just as I was about to answer, Yuki no Shita revealed a smiling face.

  She tilted her head slightly and said as she slowly pulled up the zipper

  "This is certainly a scam, just enjoy your 'single noble' life, Byakuya-kun."

  "Wait for me!"

  Bang!

  The door of the department was closed, and at first I ignored the title of Via Valley. However, I felt very annoyed about being fooled just now.

  No no no, just kidding.

  Youth is only gray and cannot be rosy, so under the snow it's still that under the snow, and I'm still me.

  There's no romance comedy nor a coming-of-age story in this tale, it should continue like this.